Chapter 1028: Chapter 663: Letters, Ambushes, and Saying Goodbye to This World

"Who can stop me?!"

Meng Chuan no longer restrained his true nature, wantonly venting the emotions in his chest.

The sound waves shook the surrounding shadows of trees, and birds scattered in fright from the branches.

Up and down Lishan Mountain, many students and teachers of United University raised their heads at the sound.

Recalling the previous scene of the "Light Giant," they all shook their heads with wry smiles.

It seemed that the strength of the True Inheritance had greatly increased once again.

Truly, there were small changes every few days, and a major transformation every month. At first, when the True Inheritance was not practicing on the mountain, the impression wasn’t as profound.

Now, having stayed on Lishan Mountain for a long time, the shock in their hearts was truly difficult to quell...

"For those of us who pursue martial arts, the difference is like that between clouds and mud..."

...

He had grown arrogant again...

Meng Chuan only vented for a moment, and his expression became calm.

He knew well that such arrogance was extremely harmful and must be immediately and promptly restrained!

How should it be done?

He had a good way.

His gaze sank into the sea of consciousness, took a deep breath, and gently touched the small snowflake that never melted.

1...2...3...

Three seconds later.

Buzz——

The dark blue aurora illuminated the abyss of the sky, and massive cracks like a spider web spread under Meng Chuan’s feet.

Compared to the White Tiger Grandmaster, the terrifying ice storm, many times stronger, leapt and swept, raising a thousand feet of stormwaves, as if it were the end of the world.

Meng Chuan’s face changed at first, subconsciously retreating backward.

Yet he found that he could not escape, having long been engulfed by the storm.

His twisted and collapsing figure was gradually frozen into substance.

The coldness poured from head to toe, and even deeper into his soul...

Whoosh...

The soul emerged from the world of imagery, and before he opened his eyes, his body staggered, and he plopped to the ground.

Almost knocking over the recently purchased tea table.

"Alas...still can’t comprehend this damn [Soul Lock of the Abyss].

But fortunately, at least I got a thorough chill, and my heart spirit has calmed down..."

Meng Chuan rubbed his brow, comforted himself for a while, and the inflated feeling of surging power dissipated into nothing.

He was still a "weakling"; honestly practicing martial arts was the proper thing.

Pouring a cup of "tea of concentration," Meng Chuan drank it heartily, pondering:

"Although my strength has increased significantly now, I was still defeated in a single move by Elder Zhao...

But that’s normal; even if it’s the imagery of Elder Zhao and not his true self, he’s likely someone even venerable ones or Celestial Kings would find hard to match.

Not to say there’s no improvement; there is progress this time. At least I can see what kind of storm froze me.

Perhaps, after some grinding, when I constantly hold onto confirmation, with a little operation of profound wisdom, I might soon comprehend this move..."

Draining the tea in his pot, Meng Chuan stood and moved his neck a couple of times.

Accompanied by a series of crisp bone sounds echoing, he then turned and stepped into the Red Refining Banner.

Time to cultivate!

"Once I comprehend the Soul Lock of the Abyss, I should try learning the Abyssal Technique...

Get ready to head to Shaolin and let me see what this so-called number one body-tempering technique in the world is like...

It’s about time for Overlord Skill to break through the limit, and [Transcendence (Core)] is about to reveal its mysteries. What exactly is the Eightfold Unbinding..."

Before starting his heart technique studies, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged, contemplating the future path of his cultivation.

At that moment, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Only feeling...the future is full of promise!

...

October 12th, above Lishan Mountain.

Intense collisions resounded from the Forbidden Peak, with waves of force spreading endlessly, all contained within the domain’s bounds.

Meng Chuan was again face-to-face with Yang Huan, in a one-on-one showdown.

Boom——!

Amidst the upheaval, a figure shot through the clouds and slammed heavily into the ground.

At the moment of impact, a hint of the Xuanwu phantom appeared behind the figure.

The phantom indigo color radiated a dark cyan glimmer, dissipating the immense power.

With a thought, Meng Chuan realized he was completely unscathed!

He flipped up agilely, cupped his hands towards the sky, and laughed:

"No strength at all!

Principal Yang, your halberd isn’t quick enough, nor is it... uh..." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He was just about to jest when a sudden vision appeared in the clear sky.

Seeing this, Meng Chuan widened his eyes and quickly shut his mouth.

"Hmm? Why aren’t you continuing? Weren’t you quite the talker?"

Yang Huan stood mid-air, arms crossed, expressionless.

Above his head, a streak spanning over a thousand feet of purple light hung upside down in the sky.

Pointing remotely at him...

Meng Chuan squeezed out a weak smile.

Seeing him behave, Yang Huan beckoned with one hand, dispelling the vision, and stepped back to the ground.

"Come, get the recording stone from my office. There’s a competition coming up, and you’re going to dash around again, sigh!"

Yang Huan was resigned, hence this time he tested him a bit roughly.

Discovering that Meng Chuan’s ability had indeed improved leaps and bounds since before, he felt assured of his leave.

This rascal, truly a monster...

In just over three months, how did he manage...

The progress is unbelievably fast; he might actually secure the championship...

Yang Huan wasn’t aware of the level of the foreign participants in this tournament or the young Grandmasters from other factions.

Probably due to their young age, it’s unlikely they have reached a general End Realm Grandmaster’s destructive level, about thirty thousand and upwards.

After all, not everyone can unleash bizarre power far beyond their league like Meng Chuan.

As one advances further in martial arts, the gaps in power widen, making surpassing one’s level already a legend at the Grandmaster Realm.

According to Yang Huan, apart from the "martial arts myth" individuals like Zhang Sanfeng and Zhao Linyuan, only this kid before him could shatter that legend.

Meng Chuan!

"This kid has tremendous endurance. As long as the enemy can’t overwhelm him, allowing him to catch his breath.

Even against Grandmasters at over twenty thousand destructive levels, he might well drag them into overtime, possibly wearing them down..."

This was why Yang Huan thought Meng Chuan had a shot at the championship and felt secure about letting him leave the campus again.